Introduction to the English Reader, Or, A Selection of Pieces, in Prose and Poetry: Calculated to Improve the Younger Classes of Learners in Reading and to Imbue Their Minds with the Love of Virtue. To which are Added, Rules and Observations for Assisting Children to Read with Propriety
N. & G. Guilford, 1831 - 156 Seiten
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affection animal appearance bear beauty birds blessings brother called Canute continued cries death duty early earth enjoy ev'ry eyes fall father favour fear field flowers fortune fruit give green ground hand happiness head hear heart Heav'n hope human improvement interest kind king labour leaves light live look Lord manner mark master means mind morning mother nature negroes never night observed parents pass peace person PIECES pleasure poor possess praise present pursue received replied rest returned rich rise SECTION seen side Socrates soon soul speak spring stranger sweet tell thee thing thou thought took tree turn Tutor virtue voice walk whole wings young youth
Seite 89 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view ! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys, warm and low ; The windy summit, wild and high, "Roughly rushing on the sky ! The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tower, The naked rock, the shady bower ; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.
Seite 134 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Seite 101 - The winds roared, and the rains fell. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat under our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk; no wife to grind his corn. Chorus. Let us pity the white man; no mother has he, &c.
Seite 88 - Don't give too much for the whistle ; and I saved my money.
Seite 135 - I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day ; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey.
Seite 152 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. . What is this absorbs me quite ! Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul!
Seite 122 - Rest, little young One, rest ; thou hast forgot the day When my father found thee first in places far away...
Seite 143 - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!
Seite 122 - What ails thee, young one? what? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee? — well both for bed and board? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be ; Rest, little young one, rest ; what is't that aileth thee ? "What is it thou wouldst seek?